Blue

This vast seascape with its muttering tide,
Boulders and shoreline's arcing curve
Are drenched in all eternity, haunted and tied
To glacial memory. It's more than I deserve

To watch the orange light descend at gilded dusk.
The ornamented velvet, spangled, cobalt in the cove
Embraces spinning earth in lust.
It's plain why sailors rove

To seek the joys that Spartans knew
(Like dragons deftly slain).
Under solar spotlight ancient mariners too
Plowed roiling seas with youthful hearts aflame.